I didn’t even initiate sex anymore, and neither did he. Two weeks later, I was home waiting for my husband to come home when he texted me to say he was running late. It was quiet. Candles were burning I could hear the moaning before I could make out the couple on the bed. He bent down and kissed around my belly button. He rinsed my hair and repeated, washing it again. “I am a nurse, and you?”
“Real Estate Broker.” He said sipping his drink. “Come in the bathroom with me.” he said after pulling away. Without instructions, I laid on the bed, on my back, staring at the ceiling. “I would love to watch you.” He said softly. My sexual appetite was becoming insatiable. “May I sit with you Kelly?”
“Sure.”
He sat down, giving me a whiff of his Dolce & Gabbana ‘Light Blue’ cologne.
